I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity.
I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.
Men as a rule love with their eyes, woman with their ears.
Music is the perfect type of art.
A publisher is simply a useful middle-man.
Bad manners make a journalist.